The Cowboy's Ready-Made Family by Linda Ford Page A

grabbed his daughter, pushing her behind him and saying, “You stay away from the likes of him.” Tanner should have understood how unwelcome he was at that point, but he’d persisted until both Jenny and Mr. Rosneau had made it abundantly clear with more than words.
    At the reminder of that humiliation, he pulled his senses back where they belonged—in his head. “No beets?”
    â€œOh, yeah. Beets, too.”
    â€œSounds fine. What are you starting with?”
    â€œPeas. Lots of peas.”
    He dug a trench along the taut cord and she followed, bent over at the waist as she dropped pea seeds in the trench.
    â€œCan we help?” Liz asked. Her brothers and sister stood behind her waiting for his answer.
    â€œYou certainly can.” He moved the twine and dug another trench. He got pea seeds and gave some to each of the children, set them at various places along the row and showed them how to carefully drop in the seeds. They all bent over, intent on the task.
    He lifted his eyes to see Susanne watching him.
    Her gaze shifted to the children and her expression hardened.
    He tried to think what it meant, but he could only find confusion in his thoughts. She’d agreed to let him help, but he sensed a reluctance in her. Because of who he was? Or rather what he was?
    Seeing she had almost reached the end of her row, he moved the string and dug another trench. The whole time he avoided looking directly at her, trying to keep his thoughts in order.
    He quickly filled in her row, checked the children’s row and covered it, as well.
    Susanne straightened to look at what she’d completed, but when she took a step backward, she stumbled on a lump of dirt and fell on her rump. Her breath whooshed from her.
    He dropped his hoe, prepared to run to her rescue, but he forced his feet to remain where they were. Not everyone would welcome a hand up from a half-breed.
    Her burst of laughter froze him to the spot.
    She jumped to her feet, dusted her skirts and laughed again. “That will teach me to watch where I’m going.”
    The children clustered about her.
    â€œAre you okay?” Liz asked, her voice full of concern.
    She gathered them in a group hug. “I’m fine.
    Robbie broke free. “Aunt Susanne, show us how to watch where you’re going when you go backward.”
    She laughed again. “I can’t show you ’cause I can’t do it.” Her gaze hit Tanner. Her eyes danced with happiness and pleasure in these children, and perhaps in life in general.
    He thought he was frozen in place before. Now it threatened to become a permanent state. What would it be like to be part of such joy and acceptance? Then he stopped himself. His family accepted him. It was all he needed.
    Susanne looked away, shifting her attention back to the children. “I see you’re done with your row. What shall we plant next?” She led them to the stack of seeds and offered them their choice.
    His body remembered how to work and he covered in the rows and moved the stakes.
    â€œThey decided on beets,” she declared.
    â€œI like beets,” he said. “You ever make beet pickles? Maisie, that’s my stepmother, makes great beet pickles. They taste mighty fine in the middle of winter. So spicy sweet.” He rattled on like a loose wagon wheel, but he couldn’t seem to stop. It beat staring at her as if he’d lost his senses.
    â€œAuntie Susanne, you ever make beet pickles?” Janie asked. “They sound good.”
    â€œThey do, indeed. Maybe Tanner will ask his stepmother to give me her recipe.” She faced him with an expression of horror. “I’m sorry. I should have said Mr. Harding.”
    It was his turn to enjoy a laugh. “Think I already said Mr. Harding is my pa, though most people call him Big Sam. I prefer you call me Tanner.”
    She nodded, lowered her gaze, then slowly brought it back to his. “I’d be